life in my own terms.

I didn’t know what I was missing in my life.
But my heart aches every day.
A lot of people don’t understand me.
Or why I act the way I do.
But then I also have those people who understand me and feel my pain, and tell me the same things over and over again.
That one day I’ll be happy.
The truth?
You can’t find happiness when you’re looking for it.
Happiness comes to you when you least expect it.
Happiness…is a lie.
No one in this world is truly happy.
There is pain in each person on this planet.
Now I believe how we as humans are shaped…are missing pieces of each other.
Eyes were made to connect with someone elses.
Ears were meant to listen to each other, no matter what the information was.
The nose was meant to smell a scent we use to make ourselves feel good on the outside, and make other people want to be around us for the good smell.
The mouth…is meant to form the words people say to each other, and to connect two people in love.
The arms…to hug.
The hands…to hold.
The legs…to touch.
The feet…to walk together.
Every part of our bodies…is a puzzle piece just waiting to be connected.
Without our bodies, nothing wouldn’t exist.
Frankly, the world would be nothing without us.
So I guess...we are each others' happiness.
We lose people.
We gain people.
To me, it all makes sense.
We, as people, are living forms of happiness.
And that's all we can try to be.